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pixelblaze · 1 year

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*shyly peeks around* h-hello!!!

I enjoy your writing and saw your requests are open,

so can i have a oneshot (or anything you're comfortable with) of vash x female reader,where they've known each other for years,and have crush on each other but wont say a word. Reader is always caring for everyone and is energetic and strong,but when they visit her hometown with the gang,she goes to her home and when she comes back at night,vash sees her shaking,angry and her cheeks wet with tears (someone had hit her mother while she was gone)

How would vash comfort her?

(sorry this is long,im facing major problems rn and would love some comfort from vash)

Thank u!!!

I’m so sorry to hear you’re facing some problems right now, I’ll do my best.

-Vash Comfort-

You quietly slip inside the inn, thinking you were being stealthy, your cheeks hot and red and wet with tears. But Vash had stayed up, waiting for you, and when you slung open the doors and caught sight of him you immediately began with: “nothing’s wrong.”

“Y/n? Y/n, what’s the matter?!” he asks you, standing up from the couch and running over to where you’re standing.

“Nothing! Nothing, I’m fine,” you rub at your eyes with the back of your sleeve. Then you push past him and head in the direction of your room. He trails after you, not so quietly.

“Y/n what’s the matter, what’s wrong?!” he repeats over and over again, keeping pace with you easily.

“Don’t worry about it!” You slam the door of your room in his face, then feel bad about it immediately and open it back up.

He doesn’t look shocked or hurt. Just concerned. Worried about you.

“Truthfully something terrible happened,” you say vaguely, and his blue eyes widen and he tilts his head.

“You don’t have to tell me the details. I just wanna help, y/n. Please don’t close the door on me again,” he says, sticking his foot in the door to prevent you from closing it.

“Vash…” you say, slowly opening the door. “It hurts…”

He rushes in, wraps you in to a tight hug.

“Just…let me stay a while,” he begs you, squeezing you tight.

You think about it for a moment.

“Fine,” you sigh, and he squeezes you again, rubbing his hand along your back.

“Thank you,” he says, letting you go and stepping back. He claps his hands once. “Do you want to talk about it, or do you want a distraction?”

“Distraction,” you reply. He grins, shoots you a thumbs up.

“Okay, well I hope you don’t mind hearing me talk,” he says.

You gesture to him to go ahead. You sit down on the couch and he sits next to you.

He begins telling you about his day, exaggerating the details to make it more entertaining and funny.

It admittedly makes you smile.

“That didn’t happen, Vash,” you sigh as he describes the most nonsensical scene you’ve ever heard.

“But, y/n, it did, I promise you!” he insists. You doubt him, but let him have it.

Next he tries to distract you by showing off. Doing things like performing handstands and juggling multiple things at once.

“Feeling a little better now?” he asks after failing miserably to juggle a couple of crumpled up napkins.

It makes you think about what happened today, and you slump your shoulders and try to fight off your sobs.

“Thank you, Vash,” you stutter out. He hurries to sit next to you again, and he places his hands on your shoulders while you cry.

“I…still don’t want to talk about it…but thank you…thank you for distracting me.”

“I can keep distracting you! Please don’t cry, y/n…” he hated seeing you cry. It always hurt to see someone he cared about and loved cry.

“Thank you, Vash…” you nod. “I’d appreciate that…” Oh Vash. This is why you loved him. He was always so considerate when it came to your feelings, always careful and soft when you were upset.

Vash wraps his arms around you, pulls you close.

“Sorry, just…give me a second to think of something…” he says. You can hear the cracking in his voice. Vash was too empathetic for his own good sometimes.

“No…this is…nice,” you say, leaning against his chest and listening to his heart. He was warm and comforting. This was what you needed.

“Really? This works?” he asks excitedly, not letting you go.

“Yes,” you nod, and he holds you tighter, running his fingers through your hair once.

“Good. Then this is what I’ll do,” he says eagerly, already scheming of other ways to cuddle and comfort you.

He nuzzles the side of your head with his.

“I’m sorry you’re having a hard time right now,” he says in between snuggles. “You’re so strong though. I know you’ll be okay. I’m happy to help though.” You can imagine his grin.

“Thank you, Vash.” You don’t move. Just accept his cuddling, embrace it. Maybe it was time. Time to tell Vash about how you really felt about him.

He presses his forehead to the side of your head.

“Okay, how are you feeling Now?”

“A little better, I think.”

Thank you so much for reading~hope it helped a little bit~

#Trigun #trigun x reader #trigun vash the stampede #Trigun vash the stampede x reader #trigun vash #trigun vash x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #my writing

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onefourjisung · 4 years

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Amiable Valentine (Stray Kids Felix)

Prompt: Felix went on a blind date on Valentines day only to be stood up, (y/n) was not going to just let their best friend spend Valentines day alone. (gender neutral reader, friends-to-lovers au)

Warnings: Cursing but not really

Word count: 1,561

Star Lix: I dont think shes coming

(y/n): r u for real rn?

Star Lix: unfortunately

(y/n): sigh

(y/n): I will beat her ass

Star Lix: (y/n)..

(y/n): k, sorry (((im not)))

(y/n): im omw don’t go anywhere

Star Lix: you really don’t have to

(y/n): I know, but I want to

It was Valentine’s day today and you being a happy single, planned to spend the day in your pajamas watching Netflix for the whole day. You originally invited your best friend, Felix, along but when he informed that he had land himself a blind date for the day, you were left to your own accords. Not for long apparently, as Felix had just gotten stood up and being the good best friend you are, without any second thought you turned off your TV before wrapping yourself up in the first coat you grabbed from the hanger and hurriedly walked to the coffee shop a few blocks away.

You were greeted by the familiar smell of coffee beans and a comforting warmth opposed to the cold end of winter breeze outside. You stretched your neck slightly, spotting the back of your brown haired friend. You spared some time to order your favorite drink before making your way to Felix’s table.

Upon your arrival, Felix's head perked up in excitement, obviously expecting his date to show up, albeit being an hour late. When he realized it was you, he let out a sigh.

You chuckled, “are you really that disappointed to see me?”

“Sorry,” the boy across you smiled sadly. “I don’t know why I'm still hoping either.”

You reached out to take a hold of one of his hand on the table. “Hey, she’s not worth your time anyways, Lix.”

“Well if I had known she wasn’t gonna show up, I wouldn’t have bothered to buy these,” he retorted, pulling a bouquet of flowers from the seat beside him. “It costed a fortune!”

“And how much is that fortune?” you asked teasingly.

“Seven dollars and fifty cents,” he muttered under his breath.

You chuckled. “Wow what a generous gentleman you are, Mister Lee Felix.”

“Still, I could get at least one cup of a fancy coffee with that money,” he argued.

“Well, it is pretty,” you commented, taking a closer look of the bouquet.

Felix glanced at you quietly. “Do you want it?”

“Huh?” Your eyes went back to make eye contact with Felix’s. “Are you for real?”

“Yeah,” he nonchalantly pushed it to your side of the table.

“Thanks,” you smiled. “I’ll make sure to buy you a fancy cup of coffee next time in exchange,”

“Nah,” Felix shook his head. “Just take it, I’m feeling generous today.”

You only scoffed in response before being cut off by a waiter delivering your drink.

“I’m sorry I cut your date short,” Felix suddenly said after the waiter left.

You lifted an eyebrow, “I told you I didn’t have a date though?”

“Yes, you did,” he replied before adding “with Netflix.”

“You little-” You crumpled up a napkin nearby before throwing it to your friend’s face who was now laughing way too loud at his own poor attempt of a joke.

“But really, sorry I pulled you out of the comfort of your own home,” he said after recollecting himself. “It is pretty cold outside, you know,”

“Dude, don’t mention it,” you waved him off. “I wasn’t going to let my best friend mope around alone on Valentine’s day. I was running out of shows to watch anyways.”

“Thanks,” Felix replied genuinely.

“How ‘bout a walk in the park? How does that sound?” You proposed.

Felix tilted his head slightly to the side. “In this weather?”

“Just means there are going to be less people outside, right?” You were already standing up, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a cup of your warm drink in the other.

Felix had no other choice but to agree. He followed you out of the café with the remaining of his own drink in his grip.

“Are you still in your pajamas?” He commented, amused.

“You are in no position to comment on my attire today, sir.” You bit back.

Your companion only laughed.

You walked to the park while keeping a conversation flowing about everything but nothing in particular, several friendly teasing thrown here and there. Somewhere along the way Felix turned to carry the flowers for you when he saw you struggling to fish your phone out of your pocket.

As soon as you arrived at the park, you immediately made your way to the swing set –a habit that has formed over the past ten years you have lived in the neighborhood. Felix chuckled at your antics, following you by taking a seat on the unoccupied swing.

“Remember when we first met?” Felix suddenly recalled nostalgically. “You had a fight with your friend and you were just bawling your eyes out on this swing,”

You laughed at the embarrassing memory. “Well, I apologize for being a moody teenager, Felix. But at least you gained a friend that day.”

“That’s true,” he nodded. “I had just moved in and was taking a walk through the neighborhood, didn’t expect to see someone crying in the park, honestly,”

You smiled softly, recalling the historical day that would eventually lead to you having the fattest crush on the new kid on the block although knowing for sure that he only saw you as nothing more than a friend.

“I was lucky it was you though,” Felix confessed.

This perked your interest and you finally turned your head to him. “How so?”

He shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips as his feet lightly kicked the ground making the swing go back and forth. “I just really like being your friend,”

You turned your attention back to the patch of grass below you. ‘Friend’, the word itself holds no detrimental meaning to it but why do you resent it so much?

“I’m getting cold,” Felix finally broke the silence. “Should we head back?”

You agreed shortly and started walking alongside him, taking back your flower bouquet from Felix’s hands after throwing both yours and his empty cups in to a trash can you passed by. The two of you eventually ended up at your house, Felix not wanting to say goodbye just yet. Considering it was not yet that late in to the evening, you didn’t argue.

As you arrived in your room you turned your TV back on, the screen showing the last episode you’ve watched of a new show you just started watching.

“I thought you said you didn’t have anything to watch?” Felix remarked.

You smiled. “Well, I guess I lied,”

You missed the blush adorning Felix’s cheeks as you turned your attention back to the TV.

“Do you want to watch it from the first episode?” You asked, making yourself comfortable on your bed with the remote in your hand.

“Uh- no- it's okay,” he politely declined before joining you.

You thought for a second. “Nah, lets watch it from the first episode, I want to.”

Felix knew you didn’t actually want to, but you just made it a habit to do these little things for him every time you get a chance to and that made his heart flatter.

Although you replayed the first episode for him, Felix wasn’t even paying attention to the TV. His eyes just couldn’t seem to move away from the sight of you. At first you weren’t aware of the pair of eyes observing you, but as time passed by you finally turned your head towards the boy beside you, finding his face mere centimeters from yours. The close proximity causing blood to rush to your cheeks, but you couldn’t find the will to move away. The much more visible blush on Felix’s face complemented his freckles and you feel like you can just stare at them all day.

“Can I kiss you?” Felix asked softly.

You nodded your head without missing a beat and Felix finally closed the distance between the two of you. The kiss was short but soft, his lips just fitting in perfectly in yours. He pulled away slowly, not wanting for the moment to end so soon.

“I can’t believe I waited four whole years to do that,” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

“But we just met four years ago?” you pointed out.

Felix smiled. “I know.”

You were sure your cheeks were as red as tomatoes now and your thoughts was proven true when Felix chuckled at your flustered state.

“Why did you go on that blind date today then?” You finally asked.

Felix sighed, resting his forehead on yours. “I didn’t think you like me back, (y/n). And I thought if I open myself up to other people maybe I’ll get over my stupid crush on you,”

“It’s not a stupid crush,” you reassured. “I like you too.”

He grinned with that charming eye-smile of his. One of Felix’s hand reached to the back of your neck as the other one took hold of your hand. “I’m glad I got to spend this Valentine’s day with you.”

“Me too, Lixie.”

Felix then kissed you again, this time it was deeper and more passionate, the show playing in the background long forgotten.

#stray kids imagine #stray kids au #stray kids felix #stray kids fluff #felix lee #stray kids #lee yongbok #kpop scenarios #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop au

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hopewritcs · 6 years

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dancing in the kitchen. eight.

pairing: romantic steve x reader, familial dustin x reader

word count: 3.9k

summary: without giving too much away: the reader is Y/N Henderson, Dustin’s older cousin who’s staying in town, due to some family issues. takes place soon after s2.

note: ha ha ha i know it’s christmas in this fic and it’s not even halloween rn but can’t argue w the timeline folks !!! anyway a bit of a time skip between the last chapter and now, just for the sake of the world. also this is a long chapter but i’m super proud of it. um also check out the mixtape ft in this chapter HERE !!

other chapters: masterlist

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It was Christmas Eve Eve and Y/N was wondering just how to get her presents wrapped. She wasn’t exactly a pro at wrapping presents--her mother usually had one of the nannies or maids throw the wrapping together for the big elaborate Christmas tree decorations. But now that Y/N was in Hawkins, she wanted to do it herself. She couldn’t very well ask her Aunt to wrap presents she would be sticking under the tree for her, now could she?

It was nearly a week since Y/N and Steve had their almost kiss. She couldn’t even look at him after it happened. Stupid childhood crush. She cursed herself for even thinking about it then. And again and again every time that dumb face came into her mind. Just move on already. You didn’t even kiss him. She wanted to forget about it. But damn that stupid boy, Steve Harrington, for getting wrapped up in her mind.

“Y/N! Honey, what are you doing?” she heard her aunt knock on the door and Y/N unceremoniously laid herself across the half wrapped presents on the floor in her room. When her aunt got the door open, she raised an eyebrow at her niece’s position. “You okay?”

“Fine, Aunt Claudia!” Y/N exclaimed. “Leave now or have your christmas presents spoiled!” she shooed, waving one hand wildly toward the door. Her aunt just stood there laughing and shaking her head. “Ugh! Do you not want surprises?” she exclaimed once more, glaring at her aunt.

“Sorry sweetie. Lunch will be ready soon, then we’re going to the Wheeler’s for their celebration with everyone.” her aunt was still near tears, clutching her stomach with her free hand as she was laughing. “I’ll leave you to it.” she said, closing the door behind her.

“Thank you.” Y/N called sheepishly after her aunt left before sitting back up. She only had a couple of presents left to wrap. She’d save the best ones for last, and already had stuff wrapped for everyone else to take to the Wheeler’s house. And by “wrap” most of that stuff was just in bags for the kids and her friends. She figured they didn’t care about pretty perfect wrapping paper. But she wanted things to look perfect for her family. After all, this was the first Christmas she’d had in forever that felt like Christmas.

She managed to get most of the presents wrapped before her aunt called her down for lunch. She put them back in her closet and skipped down the stairs, jumping off the bottom step and passing Dustin on her way to the table.

“So what’s the Wheeler’s party like?” Y/N asked as she took a bite of her sandwich.

“It’s awesome! We spend the whole time in the basement playing games and exchanging presents. The adults stay upstairs and do boring stuff.” Dustin explained, nodding his head with a mouthful of food.

“Gross Dustin. Chew before you talk, please.” Y/N made a face at him, waving her napkin in his face.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” Dustin called, laughing as he made faces at his cousin.

“Dustin, chew before you speak. No one needs to see food half-chewed in your mouth.” Claudia spoke up from her side of the table, where she’d been feeding Tews scraps from her plate.

“See.” Y/N sing-songed, making a face at Dustin across the table. In reply Dustin just stuck his tongue out at her and continued to eat.

“We need to leave in fifteen minutes. I’ll get everything into the car while you two kids clean up from lunch and change.” Claudia said after a couple minutes of silence. The kitten purred as he circled her feet while they moved around the room. Claudia gathered a couple of the presents and went out to the car as Y/N got up and began clearing the table.

Dustin gathered what was left on the kitchen table, dropping it on the counter next to Y/N. “Last minute wrapping!” he shouted, racing up the stairs and trying to take them two at a time.

Y/N simply shook her head at his movements before cleaning the dishes. She left them to dry in the rack and then went upstairs to change.

Donning a new dress of her favorite color, and some black kitten heels Y/N grabbed the presents she had gotten for everyone and went back downstairs. She put the bags in the backseat before sitting up front in the passengers seat beside her aunt.

The ride wasn’t even ten minutes, but it was filled with Christmas songs from the radio. Along with the off-key singing of the Henderson family. Laughter echoed through the streets from the rolled down windows of the car as they pulled into the Wheeler driveway.

Dustin was the first out of the car, not stopping to grab the presents he’d brought before running into the house calling a hello to Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler. He bounced down the basement stairs right away to his friends.

Y/N gathered as many presents as she could hold, following her aunt into the house. She greeted everyone with a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as she made her way to drop off the presents, putting the ones she got for everyone in the corner to remember to give them all later on.

An hour later, it seemed like everyone else was showing up to the party. Y/N was sitting on the couch with Nancy and Jonathan as they watched the kids get together. While the Henderson’s were the first to show up, everyone followed closely after. The last of the kids running in being Max, ducking quickly down into the basement with a wave to the teens on the couches.

“Alright kids get up here! It’s present time.” Mrs. Wheeler shouted down the stairs and then turned around, waving her hands at the teens on the couch. “Rearrange everything. Jonathan, help Nancy grab some extra seating from the dining room. Y/N can you start grabbing some presents. And Steve, go grab the kids and make sure they’re heading upstairs.”

Y/N turned at the mention of Steve, confused because she hadn’t seen him arrive. But it looked like he had just gotten there, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the hook by the door. He caught Y/N’s gaze and raised his hand in greeting before heading down the stairs calling for the kids to grab their shit.

Y/N shook her head, sending a death glare to Nancy. Who had not mentioned that Steve was going to be there. Then again, maybe Y/N should have known when they said that everyone was going to be there. Everyone, in this group, seemed to include Steve Harrington. And Y/N was going to have to deal with that. Even if it meant not talking about her feelings and avoiding them until they bubbled over--which they wouldn’t. Y/N was sure of that. She would definitely get over Steve Harrington. And their almost kiss.

Y/N shook the thoughts out of her head as she sat down on the floor, beginning to organize presents. Thankfully, each was labeled with who it was for, so that wasn’t difficult. The problem was there were a lot of people to hand them out to. So when she saw the kids heading upstairs, Y/N called for help and Dustin and Mike came over. They began handing out presents as Y/N finished her piles. It went by quickly, and soon everyone was opening presents. The whole house seemed to be filled with laughter, happiness, and the sounds of wrapping paper and tissue paper being crumpled up and dropped to the floor ( or, in some cases, tossed at someone else ). The kids were enjoying every moment of opening their presents, and the adults were looking on as they did so saving their own presents for after the kids had finished.

Y/N sat on the couch with the other teens, squeezed in between the edge of the couch and Nancy. She laughed along with Nancy as she watched the kids rip open the presents, commenting on sweaters and comics and other such things the adults had given them.

Only when the floor seemed to be piled with paper did Mrs. Wheeler head into the kitchen to grab a garbage back, passing it from each kid to make sure they got the wrapping in it. Then, once it was all cleaned up the kids were free to go back downstairs each holding onto their new presents. The teens followed them down to the basement, wherein it looked like the kids were going around handing out presents to each other.

“You didn’t get us anything?” Steve teased, sitting at the bottom of the staircase as he watched the kids move around.

“Yeah we did. It’s called friendship.” Dustin grinned at Steve. Steve made a face, waving Dustin off as he laughed.

“So how did you guys split up presents? Or did you get everyone something?” Y/N asked, curling up on the arm of the couch as she watched them move about.

“Well we do a Secret Santa. Bunch of names in a hat. Used to have Nance and Jonathan too, but they’re all lovey dovey now.” Mike explained, making a face as he pointed toward his sister and best friend’s brother. “So we put everyone’s name on paper and grabbed at random. The whole key is to see if you can guess who got you what.” Mike nodded his head as he opened the present he received from his Secret Santa.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot. I didn’t give you guys my stuff upstairs.” Y/N chastised herself as she ran back up the stairs, grabbing the bag of things for the kids before heading back down. She handed the gift bags out to each kid and smiled.

“So when we open presents Christmas morning I’m gonna see all your stuff to me in bags?” Dustin questioned, shaking the bag Y/N handed him. She lightly flicked his shoulder, sticking her tongue out at him. “Ouch. It’s just an observation.” She giggled before walking over to Jonathan and Nancy and handing them their own bags as well.

When she moved back to Steve, Y/N shrugged. “I didn’t know you were gonna be here.”

“Don’t sweat it.” Steve said, shaking his hand at her with a smile. “It’s okay.”

“When it’s time to leave you can follow us back to the house. I have your present there. No one told me you were going to be here so I just...didn’t bring it.” Y/N answered with a kind, sorry, smile.

His eyes perked up as he glanced up at her. “You didn’t have to get me anything, Y/N. Seriously.”

“Yes I did.” Y/N smiled, taking a seat next to him. She glanced back over at Dustin--who was completely enamored with the hermit crab she’d gotten him and showing it off to his friends. “You do a lot for Dusty, you’re kind of his hero. But don’t tell him I said that. Plus, it’s the holidays. You’re a friend. Presents are happening.”

“Well thanks, Y/N.” Steve nodded in her direction, holding her gaze for a minute. Y/N could feel her cheeks heating up from the look Steve was giving her, so she cleared her throat and excused herself back to the couch. She glanced back over at Steve when she knew he wasn’t looking in her direction.

Damn this stupid crush.

Another two hours passed by and the adults were gathering kids up to leave. Everyone said their goodbyes upstairs, the kids thanking Y/N for their presents and the other adults. And, they figured out who had given who what for their Secret Santa. Which would have proved a better “secret” if they hadn’t written the names on the cards themselves.

Y/N pulled her aunt aside as she was putting on her coat. “Aunt Claudia, is it okay if Steve comes over for a little bit. I forgot his present at home and instead of waiting I figured I could just give it to him now.” She asked, giving her aunt her best puppy dog eyes.

“Steve is welcome any time. He should know that.” Claudia explained, glancing over at Steve with a grin as she said that.

“I do. Thanks so much Mrs. Henderson.” Steve nodded, slipping on his own coat. “Want a ride over?” Steve asked Y/N.

“Can I come too?” Dustin asked, bounding over, holding tightly to his presents.

Before Steve could answer, Claudia put a hand on her son’s shoulder and shook her head. “Sorry Dusty, I need your help with all the presents in the car.” She gathered what she could in her hand as she ordered Dustin to grab his own things. “Thanks Karen, Ted. It was wonderful as always.”

“Did you see what Y/N got me? He’s so cool. I’m naming him Dug after Dig Dug.” Dustin continued to explain to his mother as he walked out to the car with the presents in his hand.

“Thanks for having us Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler!” Y/N said, giving each of them a hug before hugging her best friend tightly. “Merry Christmas Nance.”

“Merry Christmas Y/N.” Nancy replied, holding her friend tightly. “I’ll call you as soon as we’re back from my grandparents house. Should be back right before the New Year.” she said, pulling away from Y/N and then giving Steve a quick hug. “Merry Christmas Steve.”

“Merry Christmas Mike.” Y/N said, giving him a hug as well.

“You too, Y/N. Thanks again for the presents.” He exclaimed, holding on tightly to the figures she’d given him from the latest Star Wars film.

“Don’t mention it.” she smiled.

“Later Steve.” Mike exclaimed with a wave before heading upstairs, Nancy close behind.

Then Steve and Y/N headed out to his car, and Steve stopped to open the door for her. She smiled, calling a soft thanks to him as he rounded to the other side.

The drive back to the Henderson house was silent. Not awkward or bad, but silent. Music flowed through the radio quietly, and the heat was on in the car. But neither Y/N nor Steve made any motion to speak.

When they pulled up to the house, Y/N opened the door. “Wait here.” she said, shedding her jacket and leaving it on the banister before running upstairs. She found the present she got Steve in it’s own little bag. When she came back downstairs she held it out for him. “It’s not much.” she explained, leaning against the banister as she watched him open it.

She’d made him a mixtape of a couple of songs. Which was cheesy as hell, and more inclined toward the romantic side, but Y/N had already started on the mixtape before any sort of feelings had occurred. Before the aforementioned almost kiss that was still playing on repeat in her mind. Damn you stupid crush.

“A mixtape?” Steve asked, holding up the cassette with her handwritten note explaining each song on the front.

“Don’t make fun of me!” Y/N said, grabbing for the present she’d just handed over. Despite the fact he was chuckling at her reaction, Steve wasn’t making fun of her. He held the tape out of reach as she continued to jump. “If you keep laughing I’m taking it away from you.” Y/N exclaimed.

“You made me a mixtape.” Steve spoke again, glancing at the writing. He was curious, and made his way over to the boom box in the kitchen. Taking out whatever tape was in there, Steve stuck the one Y/N made for him in there and hit play.

Soon, music filled the kitchen softly and Steve grabbed Y/N’s hand spinning her around to the music. They danced around the kitchen, shoes kicked off as the first song played. Continuing to dance until Y/N stopped suddenly.

“Come on Steve, stop.” Y/N giggled, putting her hands on his shoulder, which he turned into a spin. “Seriously!” she exclaimed.

“Admit it, you’re having fun.” Steve told her as he spun her out again, looking at her face as she smiled.

“Fine, I’m having fun. But you’re going to ruin the rest of the songs if you listen to them all now.” Y/N pointed out, taking a breath as she looked at him.

“You made me a mixtape.” Steve repeated, his eyebrows scrunched up together as if he was asking a question instead of telling her a fact.

“Yes. I happen to love mixtapes.” Y/N admitted. She always carried some with her when she was going anywhere. They were perfect for her walkman when she needed to just listen to music and escape.

“You do that a lot, huh?” Steve asked her. When she looked at him funny he elaborated. “Listen to music to escape?”

She’d said that out loud? Instead of denying it, Y/N nodded. “It’s a good release. Dancing it out to some good music.”

Steve nodded. “I remember. When I came by Dustin’s that night you were dancing in the kitchen too.”

“You remember that? All I remember is the part where I fell flat on my ass.”

“Nah, you looked good.”

Y/N stopped mid movement, looking up at Steve. Her heart was racing--both from dancing around the kitchen and from what he had just told her. Blinking, Y/N looked at him. “You were watching me?”

Steve had stopped moving, leaning against the kitchen counter as he looked at her. “You looked so happy. Just you moving around the kitchen. I was just like...I want to know her.” he explained, scratching the back of his neck as he spoke. “And now I do.”

“And now that you know the crazy girl dancing in the kitchen?” Y/N asked, lifting her gaze from where it had fallen to her feet.

“I like her. She’s actually pretty great.”

Her heart stopped. She blinked a couple of times, his words repeating--echoing--in her ears. “You...?”

“Like you.” Steve finished, nodding his head to confirm the fact. God, why did he feel so awkward all of a sudden? He felt nervous telling Y/N that he liked her. He’d been sure of it after he almost kissed her, but now actually confessing to her? When she didn’t respond right away, Steve took a step forward and placed his hand on her arm. “Y/N?” he asked softly, looking at her.

Pounding. Her heart was pounding. “You like me.” she spoke slowly, as if confirming the fact once more in order to understand her thoughts.

“And you?” Steve prompted, hoping to God he didn’t just ruin whatever moment they’d been having.

“I like you too.” Y/N said softly, holding Steve’s gaze.

It was as if relief fell over Steve, his face relaxed and he grinned at her. “Well I just needed to make sure. Cause after we almost kissed you seemed to be avoiding me.”

“I just didn’t want things to be weird or anything.” Y/N said, placing her hand on top of the one he had on her arm. “I like you, I just didn’t think you’d like me too.”

“Not like you? You’re pretty amazing, Y/N Henderson.” Steve said, letting out a breath.

“You’re pretty amazing too Steve Harrington.” Y/N replied.

Then, Steve leaned in and kissed Y/N as the mixtape continued to fill the kitchen with music. Her heart may have been pounding before but it was racing even faster with the kiss. She leaned in closer to him as she kissed him back.

Steve pulled away, leaving both himself and Y/N with smiles on their faces.

“Is it bad to say I didn’t get you anything for Christmas?” Steve broke the silence, chuckling softly as he looked at Y/N.

As Y/N leaned in to kiss Steve again, they both heard a noise and turned toward the stairs.

“Ew gross." Dustin made a puking sound as he hopped down the stairs looking between his cousin and his best friend. “Are you dating now or something?”

Steve’s eyes glanced toward Y/N as they both stood their silently. Were they dating? Y/N wasn’t sure. Sure they liked each other but that didn’t mean they were like officially official or anything.

“We are.” Steve answered after a minute, then looked back at Y/N. “You want to, right? Be my girlfriend, I mean.” Steve asked, smiling at her aware that he’d just jumped to answer before checking with her.

“Yeah, I want to be your girlfriend Steve.” Y/N answered, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before looking back at her cousin. “Is this a problem?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at the younger boy.

“Yes. Now I owe Mikey and Will five bucks. They said Steve was gonna ask you out before the New Year. I had money on New Years Eve.” Dustin exclaimed, dropping his arms down against his sides as he looked between the two teens.

“You bet money on us?” Y/N said at the same time Steve asked.

“What did everyone else say?” Y/N shot Steve a look for asking, but still turned to look at Dustin.

“Okay so El said you two were already dating but Max said it didn’t happen until the last DnD night. Will said Christmas, and Mike said before New Years. So I don’t know which one of them won, but one of them did. I said New Years Eve, y’know midnight kiss and all. And Lucas said it wouldn’t happen until like mid-January.” Dustin explained. “Now we all owe Mike and Will.” He put his hand over his head and then glared at Steve through his fingers. “You couldn’t have waited until New Years buddy?”

“How was I supposed to know you were betting on me and your cousin?” Steve exclaimed, shaking his head with laughter.

“You just were! And I was supposed to win.” Dustin sighed, slumping down into the chair at the kitchen table.

“Sorry Dustin.” Y/N said, putting her hand on her cousin’s shoulder. “But about us dating. It’s not weird for you or anything, right?” she asked again, wanting to make sure her cousin was going to be fine if she began dating someone who he was close to.

Dustin looked up at her, shaking his head. “Are you kidding? That’s so fine! I mean, gross. Don’t kiss in front of me again. Ever. But it’s all cool.” Dustin answered.

Y/N glanced at Steve, shrugging her shoulders. Meanwhile Steve just leaned in to kiss her again, much to Dustin’s dismay. As the pair kissed, they could hear Dustin shouting at them while he stomped up the stairs.

“Gross. Couldn’t just warn me. Had to go and plant on one her didn’t you Harrington?” He stopped, then turned and looked at the two. “Also if you hurt her I’ll kill you.” Dustin finished, then went back upstairs for good.

“Did he just give me the big brother speech? At thirteen?” Steve asked, looking up the stairs to where Dustin had vanished.

“You bet your ass I did!” Dustin called.

“Hey don’t eavesdrop!” Steve replied.

“Whatever.” Dustin said before closing his bedroom door, leaving the two alone once more.

Steve rolled his eyes at Dustin before turning his attention back to Y/N. She smiled up at him and pressed her lips to his quickly. “Merry Christmas Steve.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

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